Hayward, are you home?” Karen heard loudly from the front door.“Is that you Abby?”“Yes, it is!”“I’m in the kitchen!”Karen looked up to...see the budding young woman who someday might be her daughter-in-law. “I thought you were working this afternoon?”“I was but there was a water main break on the road in front of the restaurant and we had no water so the manager closed us for the rest of the day. I took the bus and walked the few blocks home.”“I’m happy that you are here. Would you like to help. What happens is - I’ve ‘reviewed’ a lot of the worship material I’ve done for Her, and done a worship sheet for the pic that made me spunk my pants last time, maybe a worship video too, then gone back to Her set I’m currently on, clicked on the pic that made me pants-spunk last time, then onto the next one I haven’t seen before, and instantly, “moan moan moan”, and spunk spunk spunk in my pants. Of course I told Her all these things – She knows I adore Her and I’m not trying to say pervy things. Today I was going to cause some mischief!I pulled on my sunshades as I left the house and headed into the centre – a nice long walk which would allow me to top up my tan on the way – I wouldn’t exactly have many strap marks in this outfit!The route was relatively quiet but as I reached the centre it became busier and I glimpsed a few people stop and turn back as I walked past. I could barely conceal my amusement as one lad walked straight into a lamp post.The fountains were just up ahead and. In fact, slam poets rarely got a score below six. So even if the poem was outrageously tasteless and bad, it still would have merited a higher score compared to the three this dumb cracker-judge held up. And this guy would be judging his poems all night long. Claude needed another lousy score like a hole in the head, so he decided to tailor his ‘nigger complex’ poem to suit the judge’s more refined tastes.To the side of the stage he reviewed the lines of his next poem, and he found many words.